Education

From 1st. Grade until I got a home tutor when I was 15. I asked the teacher why are bullies never kicked out of school?
Why not have a bully school where the teachers are police.

My home teacher said it was a good idea. She was so kind. For the first time I liked school. We would walk in the woods during Earth science and I pointed out all the plants I knew. Which ones you could eat and the stuff my family taught me.

When mom left the apartment we had and moved back in with her drunk abusive husband I was mortified when he was rude to her or was drunk and saying mean shit in front of her.

I suggested lets use my bedroom for class. We both sat on my bed. She noticed the bolt locks I put on my door asked why,I said him, pointed backwards to the kitchen.

When the weather was decent class was outside in the yard or the woods.

One day she saw blood running down my arm and I told her I cut it. I felt safe enough to just admit it to her. I just cant handle my life cutting helps. She just hugged me and I cried my eyes out.

A good teacher was all it took to keep me from killing myself back than because seeing her twice a week was like having the parents I never had. It was the one good thing I lived for .

After 2 years we had to quit class because I ended up in long term hospitalization for psych issues.

And I am 55 now and I still miss her.

I have nothing but respect for teachers that truly care about the good kids who get scapegoated.